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Date Posted: 22:17:21 09/22/03 Mon
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter Seventy-one II
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

Sara moved in closer, and whispered, “Charlene, between you and me, that guy we encountered down in the holding cell, he was our killer, wasn't he?” Remembering the brief meeting with Orlinsky. Charlene hugged herself tightly and weakly nodded her head. Sara watched Charlene walk off before entering back into the precinct. Unaware that someone had been watching them from the second floor window.

Dante turned around to face one of his White Bull members. “Have you taken care of that Bowman problem yet?”

Burgess shook his head, “Not yet, Sir. But I’m on my way right now.”

“Good, Orlinsky’s got some other matters to attended to so take Dorfman with you. Get out of here.” Burgess nodded his head and left.

Sara was walking back to her office when the news came in over the PA, “Available detectives, units reporting a dead body roll-out at 4711 Prospect Street.” She stopped in dead in her tracks, recognizing the address. “Joe!” Sara turned around and rushed out of the building.

~*~

When she arrived on the scene a body was already being wheeled out. She jumped out of the car and started protesting, “Wait a minute, wait a minute. What the hell are you guys doing? You can't do that until the...” She trailed off when Orlinsky stepped out of the building.

“I got the case, Pezzini.” He smugly informed her.

Her brows furrowed, “The call just came in.”

Shrugging his shoulders he said, “Yeah, I know. I was in the neighborhood.”

“What?”

“You don't want this one, Pezzini. You're too close. It's Joe Siri. People around you keep dying. Why is that?” Sara snarled at his insulting remark. He walked pass her and continued down the steps. Marie stepped out from the building, surrounded by concerning friends.

“Marie…” Sara called to the older woman but she was greeted with a cold stare. Marie turned her back on Sara and walked away from her.

Sara walked down to the sidewalk and started to cry. She looked over to Orlinsky who gave her a smug smirk and turned his back to her. Leaning against her car Sara buried her face into her hands and started to cry. While she sobbed, the blade threw Sara a horrifying vision.

“Oh God, Gabriel!”

~*~

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Yeah, yeah I’m coming.” Gabriel called out. He unlocked the door and swung it open. On the other side was a woman that could pass as Ian’s sister. Gabe caught himself staring and mentally shook his head. “Let me guess I look like someone you know, right?” Natasha jokingly added. What is up with these weird people? “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to stare and yes you do.”

Natasha tossed aside the apology, “It’s okay. I’m actually getting use to it.”

“Huh? Um, who are you?”

She shook her head, “Anyway, I’m Natasha Marion. We spoke last night about the switched cell phones.”

The pieces clicked and Gabe quickly ushered her into the apartment, “Oh, right. Um, please come in.”

“Thanks,” she said curiously staring at the number of strange objects displayed around the room. She moved closer to one of the shelves, examining what appeared to be a small head. Her eyes then wondered down to an intricate designed vase. She reached out to open the lid and see what was inside. Where those ashes?

“That's a, uh, pre-Columbian funeral urn with the remains of a thousand-year-old Mayan princess.” She jumped at Gabe’s voice. Not realizing that he was standing behind her.

Natasha turned around and eyed him curiously, “So, what exactly do you do with all this…stuff?”

Gabe grinned, “I sell’em off.”

“People actually buy them?” He nodded his head. “I’ll keep this place in mind if I need anything out of the ordinary and the truly bizarre as Christmas gifts.” Gabe started to laugh.

“Anyway, here’s Faith’s phone. I still can’t believe I had it this whole time.” She handed Gabriel the phone. “Do you know when I can get mines back?”

“Actually, let me have your number and I’ll give Faith a call right now.” Gabe picked up his phone and started to dial when knockings at the door interrupted him. “Excuse me,” he said and laid the phones down on top of the desk. Tasha sat down in the chair and waited.

Gabe unlocked the door and was surprised to see who it was. Immediately, he tried to shut the door but wasn’t quick enough. The two men barged in. Burgess chased after Gabriel who started running towards the back of the shop. Natasha bolted up from her seat and scream as she watched a large man tackle Gabriel, sending the young man crashing through a display case.

Panic-stricken, Natasha didn’t know what to do. Natasha ran, trying to escape but was stopped by another man. His gun aimed on her. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart? Sit your ass back down and don’t try anything.” Natasha reluctantly obeyed and sat down. Nervously she watched as the large man started beating on Gabriel.

The other man who held the gun started addressing Gabriel, “What’s the matter cupcake? Got a problem with authority?”

Burgess yanked Gabe up to his feet and held him captive in a half nelson. “What do you guys want?”

Ian had heard the loud crash and quickly walked over to the bedroom door. He listened in and tried to decipher what was happening. Apparently, two of Dante’s men were ordered to pay a visit to Gabriel. He didn’t know why but things weren't sounding good. He was also aware that there was another person in the room. A woman, from what he could hear.

Armed with only the blades in the soles of his boots, Ian needed to find another way to regain control of the situation without compromising both Gabriel’s and the woman’s life. Quickly he donned on his shirt and exited the room through the fire escape. Instead of going down, Ian made his way up the stairs onto the roof. He would have to enter the apartment through the front door.

“Maybe this little lady might know something, hm?” Dorfman aimed his gun on Natasha who was trembling in her seat, tears streaming down her face. “Hey man, she doesn’t know anything. Just let her go, man. Let her go!” Gabe yelled but winced as Burgess tightens his hold on him.

“Sorry kid, can’t do that. We’ve got our orders.” Dorfman said his gun still aimed on Natasha. Gabriel slipped from Burgess’ arms as the burly man eased his hold on him. Gabriel rushed towards Dorfman but did not get far, as he was yanked back by the collar of his shirt. Burgess grabbed him and bounced his head off the door. “Nice try sparky, but not good enough.”

Gabe’s body slid to the floor in a crumpled heap. His head was spinning due to the blow, and blood was trickling down from his mouth. Dorfman shoved Natasha over to where Gabriel was. Burgess pulled out his gun and screwed on a silencer to the barrel. “Well it was fun, but its time to say good-bye.” He lowered his gun and aimed at them. Natasha cowered over Gabe’s body.

Dorfman took a few steps back and bumped into something. Before he was able to turn around, a hand appeared out of now where and twisted his head to the side, snapping his neck. Ian grabbed the gun before the body had a chance to fall to the ground. He fired twice into Burgess’ back.

Tasha and Gabe jumped at the sound of gunshots. When they realized that there weren’t dead, both sat up to see what happened. Surprised because both men were on the floor, dead.

“Are you all right, Gabriel?” Ian asked.

Gabe carefully stood up, holding onto his side, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Gabe reached down to help Natasha off the floor. Her eyes were still glued onto the two bodies. “And what about you, miss?” It was only then that Natasha registered Ian’s presence. She looked up into familiar eyes. “Oh my God, its you.” Natasha whispered, staggering backwards against the wall.

Gabe stared between the two unsure what was going on. Ian was obviously just as confused about Natasha’s unexpected behavior. “Uh, what now Ian?” Tearing his eyes away from the woman Ian said, “It is not safe here. We need to move.” That is when he spotted Faith’s cell phone on top the desk. He picked it up and dialed a few numbers.

Faith sat in her car when the GPS mounted on the dashboard started to beep. She picked it up and stared at the screen. She recognized the blinking red dot. It was the tracer planted in…her phone. ‘Impossible,’ she thought. The location was all wrong. She fished out the cell from her pocket and closely examined it. This wasn’t hers. ‘Shit!’ She started the car and sped through the streets back to Gabriel’s apartment.

“I’m not going anywhere with you guys!” Natasha protested, her back pressed against the wall, arms out in defense. The situation had finally hit her. She was in a room with two dead guys, and two guys she knew nothing about. All she had wanted was her damn cell phone back. “We should call the cops.”

“Can’t do that.” Gabe said, gently wipe blood from his mouth.

“Why not? I have a friend who’s a cop. He’d help us.”

“The police won’t help.” Faith said upon entering the apartment. She eyed the bodies sprawled on out on the floor. Concerned she walked over to Gabriel and pressed her palm against his uninjured face. “Are you all right, Angel?” Seeing how beaten up he looked. He nodded his head, “I’ll live.” Faith weakly smiled willing the tears away that threaten to fall. She wouldn’t let her mind dwell on the ‘what if’. Instead, be thankful that Ian was here.

“We need to leave. Angel, I want you to pack what you need for a few days.” Gabe nodded and disappeared into his bedroom.

Natasha was shaking her head, “Wait a minute, wait a minute. First I am not going anywhere with you people. Secondly, why can’t we call the cops? It was only in self-defense. I’m sure they will understand. Just let me call my friend.”

“You can’t do that Natasha,” Faith walked over to one of the bodies, fished out their badge, and showed it to Natasha, “Because they were cops also.”

“Oh my God,” she gasp, her eyes widen with panic. She stared down at the two bodies. Cops? Dead cops? She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “This can’t be happening. Why would two cops come here and try to kill us?” Just as the words slips, her panic-stricken eyes looked at the people in the room. “Who the fuck are you people?” She started inching herself away from Faith and Ian. Her eyes wondered around the apartment looking for an exit. Wishing that she had her cell phone so she could call Jake. What the hell did she get herself into?

Faith held her hands up, her voice was calm as she spoke, “I can’t get into details but these men were dirty cops. They were sent to kill Gabriel and they were going to kill you too if Ian here didn’t stop them.” Tasha continued to move away from them not really listening to her. All she wanted to do was run as fast and as far as she could from these people.

“I know you’re terrified but you have to understand if you don’t come with us your life will be in danger. These men were a part of a very large organization of corrupt police officers. They will kill you if they find you.”

“But I had nothing to do with this!” She finally stopped and yelled at Faith.

“It doesn’t matter. They will kill you just because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“How will I know you won’t kill me?”

“You’d think I’d go through this much trouble to convince you otherwise? I came to your rescue once remember? You’ll just have to trust me. I swear nothing will happen to you if you come with us.” Faith could tell her words were being considered. Faith slowly neared closer and offered her hand. She made no other move afraid that any sudden movements might scare Natasha off.

Gabe re-emerged from the bedroom with both a duffle bag and the medical bag. He tossed Ian his coat and walked around the bodies. “So, where are we going, Faith?”

“Somewhere safe,” she said not taking her eyes of Natasha.

Tasha nodded her head and placed her hand in Faith’s. “Okay then. Let’s get out of here.”

“Faith?” Ian called.

“It’s the silver Jag parked in front. Gabe, take Natasha down with you.”

Ian waited until they left before he started speaking. “Why did she have your phone?” He asked handing it back to her. “It must have been mixed up while at the airport.”

“Who is she?” He finally asked.

“I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.”

“What makes you think I know anything about her? I’ve never met up until now.”

Faith shook her head, “I don’t know what I’m thinking. It’s just the resemblance is so strong. I just figured she’d be your….” She stopped herself from saying anything else.

“My what?”

“Forget it, Ian. We do not have time to discuss this right now. We have to go.” Ian agreed this wasn't the time. Nevertheless, Natasha’s startled words when she first looked at him bothered Ian. What did she mean, ‘It’s you?’ he wondered. Without another word, both headed for the exit.

Minutes later Sara pulled up next to the building, got of the car, and rushed in. As she neared the apartment door, she drew out gun. She tested the knob, and it gave way. The door slowly swung open and Sara cautiously stepped in. Quietly she maneuvered around the apartment. Her heart nearly sank when she spotted a body lying on the floor. She could not tell who it was but all she could do was pray it wasn’t Gabriel.

She walked further and spotted another body on the floor only a few feet from the first one. As she approached closer, she was able to recognize who they were, Dorfman and Burgess. Panic crept up her spine and Sara yelled out, “Gabriel!” She called out again but there was no answer.

“He’s not here, Sara.” Danny appeared standing on the other sides of the bodies.

“Oh God, Danny.” Sara thought the worst and tears started to well in her eyes.

“He’s alive, Pez. He’s just not…here.” Danny emphasized, spreading out his hands.

“Then where is he, Danny?”

Danny thought for a minute then said, “Trust me, he’s safe.” Danny’s face quickly changed from the tranquil façade into a look of worry. “You on the other hand, are not. You have to get out Sara! Go now!”

“What?” She hadn’t heard that much fear in Danny’s voice in a long time. Trepidation engulfed her senses as the blade flared crimson on her wrist. “Hello Sa-ra.” She whirled around and aimed her gun at Nottingham. “My master needs you.”

“Screw your master.” A soft click echoed in the room as she cocked the hammer back on her gun.

Nottingham only laughed at her retort, not the least bit phased by the gun she held. The silver scalpel he held tightly in his hand caught Sara’s attention. He stood between her and the front door. Sara’s hearts started racing. Where else could she go?

“Sara?” Danny called from the bedroom. She turned her head and noticed Danny standing near the window. A window that lead out to the fire escape. Sara started shooting at Nottingham but was shocked when he caught and dodged most of her bullets. She continued firing, keeping Nottingham at bay while she hurried into the bedroom. She swiftly shut and locked the door.

She rushed to the window, clumsily dropping her firearm while working to open the window. Finally open, she bent to pick up her gun when Nottingham burst through the door. Leaving her gun behind Sara quickly crawled out to fire escape and hurriedly climbed down. Nottingham didn’t follow her but turned around and headed the opposite direction.

Sara jumped down the last few steps and ran for her car. She skidded to a halt when Nottingham appeared in front of her. Sara whirled around and ran the other way. Nottingham followed close behind, enjoying the cat and mouse game. As Sara neared the end of the alley, she noticed that wooding fencing blocked her way. It was too tall for her to climb.

She turned around and watched as Nottingham casually walked towards her. Her chest heaving up and down from all that running. Sara was unarmed. Her gun was up in Gabe’s apartment, lying on the bedroom floor, and the blade remained lifeless on her wrist. How could she possibly defend herself against a clone assassin with psychotic tendencies?

The answer came sailing through the air and landed gracefully in front of Sara. “Faith? I thought you were dead?”

“Why Detective, I didn’t know you cared. I’m truly touched.” Faith said over her shoulder.

“How…”

“Not now, Sara. Go on get out of here. I’ll hold scar face back while you escape.”

“But…” Sara started to protest.

“GO!” Faith yelled, cutting Sara off.

“You again. I owe you one, bitch.” Nottingham said, pointing the scalpel at Faith. His other hand tracing over the right side of his face.

Faith grinned, “Come on, scar face.” A jagged blade jutted out from beneath her coat sleeve. “I’ll give you a matching one on the other side of your face.” Half teasing and half threatening.

Sara ran to the end of the alley and spotted a dumpster settled into the corner. She hopped on top but stopped to watch Faith in a deadly dance with Nottingham. This was truly the first time she was able to witness Faith’s fighting extent and Sara was in awe at how skillful she really was.

“PETZINI! You’re under arrest!” Dante shouted from Gabe’s bedroom window. “McCarty get her!” Sara turned to see Jake at the other end of the alley running after her, with his gun drawn. “Jake?” she could not believe what she was seeing. Dante stepped out onto the fire escape and started shooting. The blade came to life and deflected some of the bullets. She hopped up and hurriedly climbed over the fence. Jake immediately turned around and ran the other way. Running down another alley, hoping to catch up with Sara.

The fight between Faith and Nottingham quickly ceased as both ran from the alley. Nottingham burst through a side door of the building and Faith hopped over the fence, following Sara. Dante called in for back up and disappeared back inside Gabe’s apartment.

~*~

Sara ran as fast as her legs would take her. She turned down another alley and then another. She looked behind her and when she didn’t see anyone following her, she slowed down. Out of breath and tired, Sara leaned against the wall, taking a breather. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. After a few deep breaths, Sara pushed herself from the wall and walked down the alley.

Her heart dropped when Jake appeared at the end of the alley. Breathless he called to her, “Sara this way out.” Waving her over to him.

“I wouldn't, Sara.” Faith appeared at the other end of the alley. Sara looked between the two. She was stuck right in the middle. Faith continued, “He’s a White Bull. Recruited by Dante himself. He's been setting you up for some time now.”

“She’s lying, Sara. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Besides, who is she anyway, huh? We don’t know anything about her. You gonna listen to her?” Jake said while slowly making his way closer.

“I’m the one that gave you the tape of your father.” That caught Sara’s attention. “What?”

“Months ago, under orders, Ian stole it from a box of effects Captain Siri left you. But he wanted me to return it to you when you needed it most, against orders.” Sara shook her head; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“What's she talking about?” Jake asked.

“Sara, I saved your life, twice. I am the one person you can trust.”

Danny appeared behind Faith. Sara pleaded with him to help. He motions his head towards Faith. Silently telling Sara that she should trust this woman. “All right, I have to roll the dice on someone.” Sara looked between Faith and Jake. “So I'm gonna roll them on you...Faith.”

“What?!” Jake yelled. Sara was making a mistake. Frustrated, Jake drew his weapon and fired five times at Faith.

Faith whirls around and disappears around the corner. Sara looks at Jake in disbelief. Suddenly a side door opens and a guy exits out with a handful of garbage bags. Sara bolts for the door and runs inside.

“Sara!”

“McCarty?!” Jake turns around, Dante and a few other White Bull members come running down the alley. “Where’d she go?”

Jake shrugs his shoulders, “I lost her, Cap. But I think went that way.” Pointing in another direction.

“All right split up. Half go that way, the rest come with me. Let’s go McCarty.” Jake taking up the rear.

~*~

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